Quoth the Raven....

The Estate, Sidra, Glacia, Sunday Fandom Time

There wasn't any cause for alarm, however. The reason was because Philia, who had grown to quite a large size since she'd been getting regular and healthy meals in Raven's care, was currently draped across her legs. And as she frequently did, Karina had left her own bed in the middle of the night to climb into Raven's, and was now snuggled against Raven with one arm wrapped around Philia's neck as if she was a stuffed toy.

Raven was content to remain where she was for a few minutes, but eventually she wriggled her way out of bed as quietly and as gently as she could, wanting to let both child and dog continue to rest. Philia opened her eyes, yawned, then promptly returned to the difficult task of sleeping.

After making herself a cup of tea, Raven got comfortable in an easy chair beside her bed so she could go through her phone and check for news or messages (as always marveling, but not questioning, how she could get reception in Glacia).

[Two out of three of the unholy trinity of floral holidays down, one to go. Open for visits/calls/texts!]

Raven winced. "Two months," she said. "I had gone for a visit, but when I realized it was one of those weeks in Fandom, I thought it best to return very quickly to Glacia and isolate myself until it passed so that I would not attempt to act upon any amorous feelings."

And, truth be told, when she'd realized that her feelings were coming from an outside influence, she'd panicked for a moment and thought it was her brothers again, then just as quickly realized it was just Fandom being Fandom. Still, she hadn't wanted to do anything that would be awkward later.

Unable to help but laugh at that, Raven agreed. "A warning system would be most wonderful. I am certain that Karla, Warren, and myself would all love to be able to prepare for turning into children or being transformed into another sex. At least I think the Estate staff are becoming more accustomed to 'Fandom Weirdness.'"

"Magic, yes, but none that would transform another into a child, I think, and you know how the social hierarchy of the Blood is dependent on sex," Raven said. "Karla the King could not possibly exist. At best, she would be a Warlord Prince, like Prince Lucivar. But she is still Karla, so it turns everything upside down."

"Not yet," Raven said, moving back towards her bedroom and leaning against the doorframe as she peeked in on Karina. "But perhaps soon. Karina has become my permanent ward, but there may be others soon. And between them and Kayla and the coming baby and Karla's own wards, we will be sorely outnumbered soon and may have to call for assistance."

Momoko's giggles didn't subside. "I'd probably be a bad person to call in," she admitted. "I'm totally a wimp when it comes to little kids. Unless you need to sacrifice someone to them while you escape, that is."